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My cathedral had biting insects.
Snakes patrolled its perimeters and gators its basement.
There were no padded pews or stained-glass windows.
Just the inhalation and exhalation of God’s eternal breath.

It was enough for me. More than enough. My soul was looking for a home.,
Not a cathedral. I found and lost both, but I learned to carry the sacred around with me
Like a key ring.